The morning was peaceful in the jungle, but not for Baby Alan. He sat on a soft patch of grass, his tiny arms crossed, his face twisted into a dramatic pout. Why? Because Mom was about to change his diaper!
Alan absolutely hated diaper changes. The moment Mom reached for him, he started to squirm, letting out little whiny grunts. “No, no, no!” his tiny body seemed to protest. He clutched his old, dirty diaper like it was his favorite toy, refusing to let go.
Mom, patient as ever, tried to soothe him. She cooed gently, rubbing his back, but Alan wasn’t having it. His mood got worse. His tiny lips trembled, and suddenly—WAAAH! He burst into a full-blown tantrum.
Mom sighed but didn’t stop. She carefully unfastened the old diaper, and Alan kicked his feet angrily, wiggling like a little worm. He rolled to the side, trying to escape, but Mom was quick. She held him steady with one hand while wiping his tiny bottom with the other.
“Alan, you need to be clean,” Mom said softly, but Alan just huffed, his eyes filled with protest.
Then, as soon as the fresh diaper was wrapped around him, his mood instantly changed. He blinked, sniffled a little, then stretched his tiny arms and yawned—like nothing had ever happened!
Mom couldn’t help but smile. She kissed his forehead and gave him a little cuddle. Alan, now cozy and dry, curled into her chest, finally forgetting his dramatic tantrum.
But one thing was for sure—next diaper change, the drama would happen all over again
